I'm no spring chicken anymore.  I'm always tired.  Maybe I'm dying.  There's a donut shop on Victory and Sylmar in the 7-11 shopping center.  The donut shop's a hotspot for Mexicans because of their scratchers and TV with Spanish channels.  Babe, i want you to go there when I'm gone and order an Asian beef sandwich in honor of me—or tuna, whatever.  They can't seem to make a bad sandwich.  Most of the men will be likely saying vulgar things to you in Spanish and the women will be trying to cut in front of you, but you just get in there, babe.  You just get in there and yell out your order.